Chapter 6: Class Begins.

His clothes were already soaked, so he simply took off his jacket. Soon, the instructor brought several sets of camp uniforms for these children. A grass-green vest, a camouflage long pants, and black military boots. These were the best clothes Allen had worn in five years. The instructor supervised these children to change into their camp uniforms in the barracks. The barracks were mixed-gender, and a dozen girls had to take off their wet clothes in front of everyone. Some of the girls had developed well, revealing the almost mature fruits on their chests.

The boys couldn't hide the fear in their eyes. They stepped back, and some of the more timid ones even fell to the ground.

In addition to the lieutenant, Allen also noticed that several instructors exuded a faint radiance. However, compared to the lieutenant, their radiance appeared extremely dim. Even though it was dim, Allen knew that such people were not ones he could provoke, at least not for now.

Allen took a deep breath and began to slow down his heartbeat. This is a technique used by snow wolves to conceal their movements. By slowing down their heartbeat, they weaken their breath and quietly approach their prey before launching a fatal blow.

Congratulations, you have passed the first level, which is also the most difficult one. Ron looked at the standing teenagers, their whole bodies soaked. Some of the girls had wet clothes clinging to their bodies, exposing their youthful figures. Ron glanced fiercely at these girls before continuing, "This is the first lesson I'm giving you, which is to fully obey my commands. If you follow my orders, you may have a chance of survival. But if you disobey, you're as good as dead!"

The whip aimed at Allen's head, and he immediately used his hand to protect it. He curled up with the book to reduce the striking area, then leaned slightly to let the whip, which was originally aimed at his head, finally hit the outer side of his left arm, leaving a red and swollen mark instantly.

Alan also had a pale face, not because he was frightened by the loud voice of the burly lieutenant. What really terrified him was the aura emanating from the lieutenant when he shouted.

A few soldiers began to knock on the round barrel. As a result of the vibration, a large number of volcano ants crawled out of the barrel. They were like a dark red wave, spreading out with a rustling sound. At first, the volcano ants seemed a bit confused, as if adapting to the new environment. However, when some teenagers couldn't help but scream, these ants immediately locked onto their target and rushed towards them like a tide.

Shrieks of agony echoed through the barracks. The attack came and went quickly, in just five seconds. All the instructors stopped. Each child received at least two or three lashes, but Eren received even more - six in total, twice as many as the other youths!

"Damn it!" The instructor muttered under his breath and lashed out again.

Disband!

The barracks were constructed with iron plates, and thick steel bars were used as supports inside. Apart from that, there were only two rows of bunk beds. Allen picked one bed, which was located in the corner and at least three meters away from the nearest window. While many children preferred to sleep closer to the windows, Allen, due to his years of experience living in the wilderness, instinctively chose a corner that was less vulnerable to attacks to rest.

Just 10 minutes later, there were only 35 people left in the training camp. At this moment, Allen began to understand the meaning of "hell" in Ron's words.

After a few breaths, the volcano ants had already swarmed around the feet of the teenagers. Dozens of ants began crawling up Eren's feet. He tried his best to make his breathing long and gentle, so that his body wouldn't have an overly intense reaction.

After 10 minutes, Ron snapped his fingers and immediately more than ten soldiers with water guns rushed towards the children and sprayed them with a large amount of cold water. Allen felt his body relax as the ants crawling all over him were washed away by the water. They struggled desperately in the water, but soon one by one stopped moving. Allen stuck out his tongue and lightly licked the water droplets flowing from the corner of his mouth, feeling a strong sour taste.

Allen's guess soon became a reality, as several other soldiers carried in several sealed alloy barrels. After entering the password, and finally unlocking the electronic lock, the surface of the barrel shrank up and inside the dark space, millions of dim red lights flickered.

The instructor nodded.

From the waist, he pulled out a rugged revolver. Lieutenant Ron deliberately shook the gun, the implication of which was already very obvious.

This naturally attracted the enthusiastic gazes of the instructors and other boys, including Allen. However, having lived with the Snow Wolves for years, he didn't quite understand the matters between men and women. It was different for the other boys, some of whom were already 13 or 14 years old and had experience in this area. As a result, their gazes towards the girls became even more intense.

Then a continuous burst of gunfire rang out, and the soldiers directly shot down the children who dared to run out of the yellow circle with their rifles. Ron even used his rugged revolver to plow off half of a girl's head, and the bodies of the children on the ground quickly became a feast for the army ants.

He decided to strictly follow the orders of the lieutenant. Killing someone like him would be no different from crushing an ant. They are not as easy to provoke as the soldiers under Gut's command. And he wants to stay alive, only by staying alive can he settle the score with Andy.

Soon, a yellow powder had been sprinkled on the square, forming an unmistakable circle. About a hundred teenagers stood inside the circle. Many of them appeared somewhat fearful. Allen took a deep sniff and detected a pungent, acidic odor emanating from the powder, almost making him tear up. An odor with such a strong scent seemed to imply that drawing a circle was not a simple act.

However, within 1 minute, more than ten teenagers had already collapsed. They began to vomit blood, which was the result of their internal organs being gnawed by volcano ants.

At once, the barracks erupted with screams.

After the water gun washed for a full minute before stopping, less than one-third of the standing teenagers remained. Nearly fifty teenagers died from the bites of volcano ants, while a dozen others were shot by Ron and his soldiers.

This is the second class I'm teaching you!

A boy of twelve or thirteen finally couldn't help but scream and run out of the yellow circle, and Lieutenant Ron did not stop him. Other teenagers followed suit, and when more than a dozen children ran out of the yellow circle, Lieutenant Ron nodded towards the soldiers behind him.

However, the other teenagers were not Eren. At least half of the teenagers screamed, stomped their feet, and clapped their hands. However, their overly intense reaction quickly provoked an attack from the volcano ants. These relatively large ants easily tore open the tender skin of the teenagers. They took advantage of any opportunity to burrow into the ears, nostrils, and even the lower body of these older children.

Later, take note of his identification number.

And at the same time, it is also the mother's wish!

I think, the deserters before have already sufficiently demonstrated this point.

He grinned and said, "I only need you to stand still in the same spot for 10 minutes without making any noise. The most important thing is that you are not allowed to leave this yellow circle. Whoever violates this order, well..."

It seems more like to restrict certain things.

At this moment, Lieutenant Ron walked in with a smile on his face and said, "How are you, little rascals? Did you enjoy the beating? Remember, you are here to undergo the most rigorous training and survive in the cruelest game. Don't think you're still at home. Attacks can happen at any time here. What you need to do is to stay vigilant at all times and learn how to take a beating as quickly as possible!"

That is the radiance of the Source Force, which is different from the lonely and cold silver brilliance of Bai Fang. The radiance on the lieutenant's body is a pale red color, exuding a strong and domineering aura.

Suddenly, a small creature jumped out of the barrel. It was an ant, but its size was a bit larger, like a cicada. Its body was dark red, and its two tiny sharp mandibles were gently moving.

These are volcano ants. They live near the volcano all year round and are extremely sensitive to abnormal vibrations. If I were you, I would stand still and not move," said Lieutenant Ron with a smirk on his face.

Alan simply held his breath and closed his eyes, standing there motionless as if he were a stone carving, covered with volcanic ants. Ron quickly noticed him and signaled to an instructor nearby, "It seems we have a good one here. The kid actually knows how to slow down his heartbeat and control his breath. Look, those damn ants are treating him like a stone."

Subsequently, Allen and others brought him to a rudimentary barracks.

Ron clapped his hands and said, "Alright, this is the schedule for the morning. Here are some manuals, including the manual for 'Death Arena'. I know that some of you may not even know why you are here, so take this opportunity to have a good look. Later, the instructor will take you to the camp. When you hear the whistle, I hope you can appear in front of me within 15 seconds. Otherwise, you will have to bear the consequences yourselves."

Just as the teenagers were changing clothes, suddenly ten or so instructors rushed out from the camp gate and windows. Each of them had a whip in their hands, and without saying a word, they fiercely lashed out at the naked boys and girls.

Then a few more lashes came down.

Something has seeped into the water, which should be fatal to the volcano ants.

Allen's chosen position gave him a second or two to react compared to others. So when the instructor's whip came down, he rolled off the bed, causing the whip to hit the iron bed. The instructor exclaimed, "Huh?" and flicked his wrist, sweeping the whip out. Allen quickly seized the opportunity and dove to the ground, avoiding the second whip.

Under the guidance of the lieutenant, several soldiers scattered some yellow powder around the boys and girls. Meanwhile, Andy continued, "Next, there will be a simple assessment. Trust me, it's really simple."